Please note: This chapter contains a considerable amount of NC-17 material. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with such content, please continue on to the next chapter.


Chapter 2: Laying Claim

"Laura," Remington whispered, "Laura, it's time to get up, love," he repeated, rubbing her back.

Laura rolled over and stretched like a cat before opening her eyes. "What time is it?"

"Just after 10."

"10 o'clock in the morning?" She bolted upright, clonking her head into Remington's.

"Owwww," he complained rubbing his forehead. "Really Laura, a little more care." He leaned over and kissed her forehead where it had knocked into his.

"Sorry, sorry," she told him getting out of bed. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I never sleep past six and this is the second time in two days. Before you know it, I'll be sleeping the day away like someone else we know."

She moved to their luggage, trying to decide what to wear.

"Might I make a suggestion?" She glanced at him over her shoulder.

"Is there a specific function I'm dressing for?" she asked, puzzled. He nodded towards a bag sitting on top of the dresser.

"I had Melina run an errand for us this morning. Look in the bag. There's a good sampling of delectable little swimsuits… little being the operative word," he told her with a wag of his brow. Her laughter trickled across the room. "Just be sure to bring one of the cover-ups with you. The sun is bright coming off the water.""

"The water?" she asked, looking up from the bag she was rummaging through and smiling. "Thinking of spending the morning on the beach?" He walked across the room slowly and with intent, drawing her eyes away from the bag and to him. Hands sliding up under the tail of his pajama top, finding the bare skin of her waist, he drew her to him.

"Mmmmmm. Not at all. Marcos has given me use of his sailboat for the day. I thought we might take a little tour of the islands…" thumbs rubbing against the sensitive skin under them, he dipped his head down to touch his lips to her neck, "… eventually find a private little cove that we can tuck ourselves up in…" drawing her closer, he brushed his lips across each of her eyes, "… then…." He trailed off when her hands slid over his bare chest, over the smooth skin of his shoulders, finding their way to the back of his neck, fingers toying with the ends of his hair there.

"Then have lunch?" she suggested helpfully, a smile playing at her lips, knowing full well what was on his mind. After a several hours of his long, lean body pressing against hers, his hand stroking her breast through the silk of his pajama top even as he slept, his warm breath against her hair, she, too, was in desperate need of some alone time. She watched him grimace, almost painfully, at her words and had to suppress a laugh.

"Really, Laura, I'm trying for a little romance here," he complained. Her eyes caught and held his, as her hands skimmed along the side of his neck, found the sides of his firm jaws and drew his head down towards her. Her lips fluttered across his, drawing him in. With a groan, an arm tightened around her waist, a hand sliding up the bare skin of her back, pressing between her shoulders as his lips settled over hers. He teased, tempted and when her mouth opened invitingly under his without a hint, he hummed deep in his throat when their tongues barely glanced and he tasted her fully. With a couple of soft lingering kisses, her eyes waiting for his to open and meet her own, she tipped her head away.

"A feast of a different kind then?" she murmured the question, her fingers finding his chest, nails scraping lightly through the hair there.

"Perhaps a little dessert as well," he confirmed on a gravelly, hunger-tinged voice, leaning in to touch his lips against hers again.

"Multiple courses then," she hummed her own pleasure against his lips.

"Always," he promised, seeking her lips again. Laura ducked out of his arms, leaving his lips kissing air.

"I'll be ready in five minutes," she promised, throwing a thousand-watt smile at him, practically running out of the room.


"I must say, Laura, you never cease to amaze me," Remington told her. "I'd no idea you knew how to rig a sailboat."

"Misspent youth," she grinned. "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

Laura was stretched out on a towel on the bow of the boat, wearing a rose colored, two-piece swimsuit. Remington, wearing a long pair of white swim trucks, was leaning over her rubbing sunscreen onto her back.

"Aren't you afraid you're going to put too much lotion on me and I am going to 'slither off the boat'?" she teased, referring to the time in Acapulco when he had watched Dominick, the man they were after, rubbing lotion on her skin. His hands stilled at his own memory, then with a quick shake of his head, continued to massage the sunscreen in.

"Careful, Laura," he warned. "You might not want to remind me of your little afternoon delight, or I may do now what I wanted to do then."

"Oh, and what was that?" she asked coyly.

"Cool you off," he returned drolly. She pushed herself up on an elbow and turned her head to look over her shoulder at him.

"You wouldn't dare."

"I wouldn't, would I now?" He scooped her up in his arms and walked over to the side of the boat, and summarily tossed her in.

She came up sputtering and laughing simultaneously. "I can't believe you did that," she called up to him.

"I can't believe you brought up Acapulco at a time like that," he shot back, grinning.

"Come on in. The water is wonderful."

"I think I will," he called back and then dove into the cool waters below, swimming below the surface until he spied her legs, running his hands across them, her shriek, muffled by the water between them, making him laugh – quite an accomplishment when one is under the water, he mused. Surfacing, he watched her use her arms to spin around the water, trying to identify what had just touched her legs. Seeing his grin, she put two and two together and swatted at him playfully.

"I can't believe you did that," she laughed.

"What?" he asked feigning innocence.

"Brushed up against my legs like that. Since my little adventure with the snakes, I can't stand anything touching me when I'm in the water."

"Anything?" he asked, pulling himself over next to her, and reaching a hand around her skimmed it over her back and then down over her buttocks.

"Well, maybe not anything," she admitted, her breath quickening as Remington leaned in to kiss her. Her eyes shot open when she realized she'd nearly missed the mischievous glint in his eyes, and she managed to take a breath right before he dunked her.

Kicking her way back to the surface, she broke the water laughing.

"You're going to pay for that," she warned. Swimming after him, she grabbed hold of his shoulders and shoved him under, not counting on him grabbing her by the legs and yanking her down with him. Under the water he pulled her to him, then locked his lips on hers. They broke the surface, still kissing. Laura broke away from the kiss, as they started to sink, unable to tread water and kiss at the same time,

My God, Remington thought to himself not for the first time, she steals my breath away. The blush on her cheeks from their kiss lingered, her chest still heaving from their play and her eyes sparkling with the laughter he had missed so much seeing there in weeks past. He dove beneath the water again. Swimming to her he ran his hand over her ankle, and up her leg caressing her inner thigh. His hand moved upward, skimming her flat stomach before reaching out and caressing her breast. He broke the water, panting.

Treading water once more, scant inches from her body, he leaned in to brush his mouth against hers. Her breath caught in her throat, as bright blue eyes – made even more blue by the color reflecting off the water – regarded her with intense desire. His hand reached for hers, giving it a gentle squeeze, before he released it and swam back towards the boat, hoping she'd follow. As he stroked through the water, he acknowledged that the odds were even on her doing it. Independent sort, my wife is. If she wants to swim she'll swim. If she wishes to play, she'll follow. He pulled himself up the ladder of the boat, turning to sit down on a step, watching as she tread water where he'd left her, clearly contemplating her choices.

Her gaze focused on him as he pulled himself from the water, appreciating the lines of his slim back, her eyes feeding hungrily on his well-defined bum, showcased by the wet bathing suit. When he turned to sit on the ladder, her eyes didn't waiver. She watched as he shook the water free from his normally impeccable hair, even as his eyes never left her. Her eyes skimmed his jaw and lips before moving downward, her breath becoming more shallow as they wandered the chest she loved. White hot desire coursed through her body as she imagined licking every glistening drop of water from his shoulders, chest, and stomach. Her tongued flicked against her lips, and watching a smile lift his lips, she began to swim towards him.

When she reached the ladder, he extended a hand to her, helping her from the water. She stood on the bottom step of the ladder, her position placing them eye-to-eye. His hands reached around her waist to hold her firm, even as he bent his head down so that their lips could meet. His lips journeyed softly against hers, then left, a hand departing her waist to lay against her face, a thumb stroking her cheek. Her body leaned forward, her arms wrapping around his neck as she simply watched the play of emotion across his face.

"Have you any idea, at all, how very much you mean to me?" he asked huskily. Laura touched her lips against his. An arm leaving his neck, she shadowed his actions, her hand laying along his jaw, a thumb stroking below his lips, before she inclined her head towards him. Her lips hovered near his, as her eyes caught his and held.

"I love you, Rem," she whispered before touching her lips against his and holding them there for several long moments as she watched him and felt the small tremor that coursed through his body at her words.

"Perhaps half as much as I do you." He said the words so quietly, had she not been as close as she was to him, she may not have heard him. But she did and was stunned by the tenderness they'd been spoken with. A dozen different thoughts raced through her mind in the split second afterwards, yet after years of waiting for him to give her the three words she'd craved to hear, the only thing she could think to say to him now was…

"Show me."

"My pleasure, love," he murmured as his mouth found her shoulder. His lips glanced across her skin, every once in a while daring a taste of her skin, moving from the tip of her shoulder inwards until his lips found that most exquisitely sensitive spot where neck meets shoulder. Teeth nipped gently, before a tongue laved. Drawing her skin there into his mouth, he sucked gently. Her breath quickened at the sensation, her knees wobbling beneath her. An arm tightened around her as his lips moved up the column of her neck, and a hand reached behind her to undo the ties of her top. Tossing it up onto the deck of the boat, his hand soothed down her side, over her ribs then the curve of her waist, his fingers exploring the sensitive skin there, drawing a small moan from her.

"Rem…" Her voice held a quiet, unspoken plea that he touch her. As his mouth moved to lathe that spot beneath her ear that would send sparks shooting across her body whenever he landed there, long tapered fingers brushed across a breast. She arched into his hand, aching to feel his mouth on her. His hand skimmed down her body over her hip and grasping her bottom, nudged her up a step. His mouth closed over a nipple. She moaned deep in her throat, her hand pressing against the back of his head to keep him close. His mouth pulled her deeper inside, even as his tongue found the tip of her nipple, brushing against it. She cried out at the sheer pleasure that pulse through her to her core.

"Laura," he groaned, releasing her nipple from his mouth and moving to her other breast, the tip of his tongue flicking against her hardened peak before suckling, drawing her deeper when her hand clutched at the back of his head. The arm around her waist tightened, freeing a hand to explore the tantalizing swell of her perfect little bottom. Fingers found the top of her swim suit and dipped in to toy with her cleft, before exploring the bare skin below. With a moan, she pulled herself from his mouth, then leaned down to find his lips with hers. The kiss began soft, but deepened as their hunger for one another continued to grow.

"Rem," she murmured again. His eyes met hers, and what he saw there, made his body surge with the need to feel himself buried in her. With a kiss against her neck, he held her lightly until she was steady on her own two feet, then stood and turned, climbing up the remainder of the ladder. When she reached topside he pulled her into his arms, hoisting her up to where her feet were several inches from the ground. Laura smiled, wrapping her legs around him, then bent down to kiss him. Putting his hand on the back of her head, Remington deepened the kiss and with a moan buried his tongue in her mouth, carrying her over to the ledge of the boat rail and sitting her on it.

Their mouths still joined, her hands worked at the tie on his swimsuit finally freeing it as he divested her of her bikini bottom, and both garments were flung to the ground at the same time. Breaking his mouth free of hers, he leaned down and sucked the nipple of a breast into his mouth, pulling hard as her back arched.

She groaned, and her hands reached out grabbing his back, raking it lightly with her nails in her desire. Remington released her nipple from his mouth and repositioned her on the ledge, then slowly slid inside her hot, wet warmth. Laura gasped with pleasure and her body automatically tightened around him.

"My God, babe," he murmured, his mouth leaving her breast and moving to nip and graze along her collarbone. Her hands slid from his back, over his waist, before feathering across his abdomen then upwards to caress his chest. He began to move slowly inside of her. She tipped her hips to take him deeper, even as her hands found the sides of his face, and she lifted his head to meet her passion dazed eyes. Her lips parted to try to tell him what she wanted, but instead she drew a tremoring breath as the tip of him glanced over that sensitive spot. Her hands twitched against his chest. She needed more, wanted more, but could only manage a single word.

"Rem…" He heard the passion driven tone of her voice, understood her unspoken request. He leaned into her, his hands grasping the boat rails on either side of her body.

"Hold onto my arms then, love," he murmured, as his lips found hers again. Laura's hands grabbed his upper arms, as he began to thrust faster, harder, driving her quickly to the precipice, where she hovered, not wanting to go over without him. Battling himself not to leave her behind, his mouth left hers to find that spot at the base of her neck. He sucked the skin into his mouth, lightly pulling on it, his tongue laving it. She shattered, crying out as her muscles quivered and clenched around him.

"Laura," he moaned, breathing hard against her neck, as he drove deep into her, exploding within her from the force of his climax. His arms wrapped around her, even as he pulsed within her depths, her arms reaching under his to grasp his back, burying her face in his chest as she continued to quiver. As their orgasms subsided, he opened his eyes to look at her, reveling in the look of satiated pleasure on her face, as she fought to catch her breath.

"My God," she groaned, "If I'd known it would be like this between us four years ago, I would have jumped into your bed the first time you asked."

Tenderness washed over Remington at her words. Catching her eyes with his, he reached up and hooked his fingers around her neck, pulling him to her, capturing her lips with his as his fingers caressed the side of her neck. The kiss was as gentle as their encounter moments before had been fast. His lips touched lightly, the pressure growing with each encounter. Turning his head, he met her lips again, this time his mouth slightly open, brushing gently across hers, his tongue barely touching her lips, tasting her. His arm moved underneath her knees and he lifted her to him, carrying her across thebow, and he broke his mouth free from hers only as long as it took him to lay her down upon the towels and join her, then reclaimed her mouth once more.

Remington rolled over onto his back, taking Laura with him, holding the back of her head to keep their mouths joined. Giving her two small kisses, he whispered "Laura, look at me," gently lifting her chin with his fingers so they would be eye-to-eye. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. There was a look on his face she could not remember ever seeing before, and she reached up her hand to stroke her fingers across his jaw.

"Laura," he leaned up and gently touched her lips with his, then moved his hand to brush back her hair so he could see her eyes, "Make love to me."

She reached down and brushed a lock of hair from his brow, still looking into his eyes. It hit her, then, what that unusual look in his eyes was: need to be touched; need so clear it made her heart ache. Releasing a shuddering breath, she leaned down and brushed her mouth across his, before settling her lips over his. She kissed him, soft, then deep, her tongue searching for his, tangling with it when she found it. She pulled back, then returned to his mouth, kissing him again, pulling on his bottom lip, before moving her lips to his cheek then his brow. Looking in his eyes, she brushed the stubborn lock of hair back again, before kissing his forehead then moving down ran her soft lips across the length of his jaw line in one direction, then used the tip of her tongue to trace his jaw line, to taste him, while returning the other direction, his whiskers tickling her tongue.

His hands continue to rub her back, her bottom, but other than that, he gave full control of his body over to her.

Laura shimmied down his body, moving her mouth to his collarbone, to taste, to kiss, to nip, first one side then the other as her hands reached up and ran their way through his hair. She moved lower still, turning out of his arms to lay next to him, to watch as she ran her hand across his chest, then down and across his abdomen, amazed to watch his muscles jump and contract in reaction to her touch. Continuing to feel him, to touch him, she leaned over and kissed a path across his chest, then dared to flick her tongue across one of his nipples, smiling as he moaned low in his throat, almost involuntarily.

"Laura, babe…" he breathed, then let out a shaky breath.

Emboldened, she swung her leg over him, straddling him again, tucking his hardening length between her folds. The feel of her wet, warm flesh against him drove thought from his mind as his eyes rolled back in his head and his eyes closed. Closing her own eyes, Laura used her hands to draw a picture of him in her mind. His eyes opened to watch her, the looks crossing her face as she explored his body more potent than the strongest of aphrodisiacs.

"I love the feel of you under my hands, Rem. All the little glimpses of touch over the years finally coming together to form a whole." Her fingers explored his sides. "The ridges of your ribs, that my hands would run over when we danced. Knowing if I touch you here, like this," her fingers dug lightly under between the fifth and sixth rib, making him twitch at the contact, "that you'll flinch, because you're ticklish there." The corners of her lips ticked upwards, before her teeth found her bottom lip when he reacted to her touch just as she knew he would. Her hands skimmed over his chest, finding the breadth of his shoulders. Her fingers touched, explored, smoothed across his flesh there.

"Your shoulders that have been under my fingers more times than I can count," she opened her eyes to look at him, found blue eyes that had deepened nearly to indigo fastened on her. "They've widened across the years," she leaned down, her lips hovering over his, her eyes holding his, "becoming even sexier." She kissed him, then pulling back, closed her eyes again. Her fingers traced through the hair on his chest, before her hands explored him fully. A hand settled over his heart, to feel the quickened pace of it.

"I love everything about your chest, Rem," she murmured. "The feel of your heart under my hand. The soft hair against my fingers," her hand skimmed over to the area between shoulder and chest. "The place, right here, that seems made for me." She leaned forward and brushed the tips of her breast against his chest. She moaned lightly at the sensation. "Both soft and hard against me."

With a groan, he pushed himself up on an elbow, fingers searching for and finding a nipple. His hand slipped around her back, urging her forward. She leaned into him when his mouth found her peak, nipping at the hardened bud before pulling it into his mouth, shooting jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

"Rem…" she moaned, "this is supposed… to be about…you.. Oh God." Her hips moved, instinctively grinding against his erection that was pressed against her.

"This is about me, love," his words muffled by the breast in his mouth. Giving her nipple a final pull, he kissed his way across her chest to the other breast. "Have you any idea how much I love you under my fingers, to feel you in my mouth, to taste you?" His mouth closed over her other breast. The hand on her back slipped down to find and grasp a cheek of her bottom, encouraging her movements, as his lips, tongue and teeth teased her hardened peak, sending her, gasping, over the edge. His mouth released her breast at that moment, to find that place between neck and shoulder, suckling there, prolonging her pleasure. Only when the last tremor left her body did he release her and allow himself to fall back onto the deck.

Still quaking, Laura scooted further down his body, showering his abdomen with kisses, then shocked him by taking her tongue and tracing a path from his chest to his navel, while her hand reached out to stroke the length of his hardened shaft, before her hand grasped him, her fingers opening and closing around him in that way that made him mad with desire. His entire body twitched when he felt her tongue run the length of his shaft, then taking the tip of him in her mouth, to suckle it gently, before releasing him to run her tongue down him again.

"Babe," he groaned, as his hand tangled in her hair, "I'm not going to be able to take much more of that."

"Mmmm, I know," she hummed, more than confident in the effects of her actions on him. "You like that don't you, Rem?" she teased, as she softly nipped around the rim of his length.

Remington groaned again and nodded. Running her tongue across him one more time then kissing the head, she released him from her grasp.

"Okay, we'll come back to that."

His body twitched in anticipation of her promise, even as he groaned unhappily at the loss of her. She worked her way back upward, kissing, sucking gently, exploring all of his abdomen and chest with her hands and mouth. Her lips worked their way across his neck towards his ear when his hand reached out and grabbed the towel and moaned. Laura smiled to herself, then darted out her tongue to flick over the area behind and slightly beneath his ear. He sucked in his breath and his arm reached around her crushing her against him.

"You like this too, do you?" Laura sucked on the area gently, watching as the hand on the deck began twisting the towel in it. She suckled a little harder on the area, forcing a moan from deep within his chest.

"Yes… yes."

"Okay, we'll come back to that too."

Laura leaned over and ran her tongue across his lips. Remington's arms locked around her and flipped her onto her back, taking control of the kiss, flicking his tongue into her mouth and running it against the back of her teeth. Nudging her legs apart with a knee, he settled between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance. As he pushed himself up on his forearms, preparing to press forward into her depths, she scooted out from beneath him, leaving him lying on his stomach. She playfully wagged a finger at him.

"Uh, uh, not yet. There's so much more to do."

Laura swung a leg over his back, then sat on his on his bottom. Feeling her wet heat against him nearly snapped his control. He fought to remain still beneath her. She leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck then ran her open mouth across his shoulders. She sucked the skin at the base of his neck firmly into her mouth, leaving a mark when she released it.

She moved her mouth next to his ear. "Just a little reminder," she murmured against his ear. "You're mine, Rem," she whispered then nipped at his earlobe before sitting back up again.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his body jolting with pleasure as she ran her hands over the plains of his back, then raked her nails gently up it, watching as muscles jumped and goosebumps appeared.

"Hmmmm. It is. I even left evidence that will allow you to prove it."

Remington laughed softly, then sucked in his breath as her tongue ran across the base of his spine, sending him grabbing for the towel again. Letting go of his breath, he moaned with pleasure. She swung her leg over his and moved to kneel beside him, then ran her hand over a cheek before running a series of kisses down it, making his hand once more to twist the towel beneath him.

"I can't take much more, Laura."

"Then turn over, sweetheart."

Remington's pulse raced at the endearment. In all their years together she had never used such a term towards him. He found it … humbling, was the only word he could think of. As he flipped over, his arms reached out to grab her, to bring her up to him, but she swayed away from him, wagging her finger at him again.

"Uh, uh. It's time to use those little secrets of yours…" she said with a smirk that made his stomach tighten with anticipation.

"For or against me?" he asked, managing to lift a playful brow at her, but when her fingers trailed over him from neck to waist the look floundered as his back pressed hard into the deck.

"Why don't you be the judge," she teased back playfully.

Remington grinned at her, then his eyes nearly rolled completely back in his head before he closed them and he groaned deeply, when Laura lay her hand on his knee then ran her fingers up over his thigh, then grasped him. She ran her hand up and down his shaft slowly a few times while her tongue swept along his hip. She smiled with satisfaction as she watched his breathing double in tempo.

"For or against you?" she asked huskily.

"For…for.." then his entire body jerked as she sucked the tip of him into her mouth. "Oh my God, Laura, I'm not going to be able to take much more of that, you already have me at the edge."

Releasing him for a moment she reached up and ran a hand across his chest, then raked her nails lightly down his chest and across his abdomen.

"There's nothing to take, just to enjoy," she told him as she bent back over him, running her tongue over his length then taking him in her mouth while her hand tightened around his base, stroking him. Her tongue swirled around his tip, as her hand increased the pace. Releasing him, she blew her breathe against him and ran her tongue around the rim of his shaft, before taking him back in her mouth, skimming her teeth down him, then sucking gently, skirting her tongue against its underside simultaneously, stopping just short of pitching him over the edge into oblivion.

"Laura…." he moaned in low, gravelly voice as he grabbed her under the arms, dragging her body up to lay on top of him, then found her mouth with his. His lips touched her lips softly several times, before his mouth opened, and he plundered almost desperately. Breaking his mouth free of hers, he ran his hands down her bare back, across her hips, then skimmed over her sides before he cupped either side of her face in his hands.

"Look at me, Laura." Her passion filled eyes made contact and held with his own. "You're mine, Mrs. Steele. From here forward, you're only mine. Say it." She heard the plea in his voice, even as he tried to conceal it. Under normal circumstances she would rage against the idea of anyone believing she was an object to be possessed, but these were not normal circumstances. The man she loved lay naked before her, as much in soul as in body. One look in his eyes was all it took for her to understand that he needed to know, once and for all, that there would never be anyone else but him again.

She nodded her head at him. "I'm yours, Mr. Steele, from here on out," she answered, reaching up to stroke the side of his face with her hand, then shifting it downwards so her thumb could run over his lips. "Are you saying that you're only mine as well, from here forward?" she asked with a tilt of her head, needing to know the answer to that as much as he.

"I have been for a long, long time, Laura and that is not ever going to change," he swore to her, before pulling her lips down to meet his again.

Laura broke free of his kiss and dipped her head down to his neck. Running her lips up along it, when she reached the sweet spot right below his ear, she kissed it before flicking her tongue against it. She moved down his body, running her hands and lips across his chest, pulling on a nipple with her mouth before she continued southward. His eyes closed, he moaned against her assault on his body, while his hands reached down to run through her hair. She pushed herself up on her knees then moved a leg over him and straddled him.

"Open your eyes, Rem," she told him softly, wanting to see the look in his eyes when she took him inside of her, much as he had wanted the same the first time they had made love. His eyes opened, and their gazes caught and held as she lowered herself slowly onto him, a low, throaty hum of pleasure escaping her throat when she sank fully down on him, taking the entirety of him within her. Of their own accord, his hands reached out and ran across her hips, her abdomen then found her breasts.

Laura arched back putting her arms behind her to lean on them as she rode him, slowly, sensually, her eyes never leaving his face, even when his eyes closed as he immersed himself in the feeling of her wrapped around him, moving over him. Pushing herself forward, she planted her hands on his chest, using it for leverage, wanting to watch every nuance of emotion as it flashed across his face. His eyes opened, and realizing what she was about, his hand wrapped around her neck, bringing her lips to his for a kiss that expressed the extent of his longing for her. When their lips parted, his hands moved to grasp her hips and he began thrusting upwards into her in time with her own movements.

Remington's hips slowed then he pushed himself up into a sitting position needing more contact with her, then folded his body over her, until she lay under him. His hand stroked down her outer thigh, before his fingers moved under her knee, urging her to bend both of her legs up. Only when she had, did he push himself up on the full length of his arms, his back arched, as he drove slowly, yet deeply into her. Her hips tilted automatically so that he pressed against the perfect spot with each stroke. She moved with him, as her hands explored his chest, fully at her disposal with his body held high. When her back arched and her legs wrapped around his thighs, signaling she was near, he picked up both the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Laura's hand reached around his neck, and pulling herself upwards, pressed her lips against his. He kissed her with fervor, as he felt her tighten around his shaft. He drove hard into her, until her arms released his neck and she fell back to the bed, back arching deeply, her legs tightening against his thighs. She came apart, calling his name. Dropping down onto a forearm, his other arm moved under her lower back, pressing her body hard against his, so he could feel the nuance of every quiver, even as he drove deep into her one last time and found his own nirvana, gasping her name as he did.

When their orgasms subsided, Laura pulled him down to her, wrapping her arms tight around him. Breathing hard, he tucked his head into her neck, as he tried to regain his equilibrium. Her hands stroked his back, his hair, even as her lips pressed a trail of kisses along his collarbone. Wrapping his arms under her and tucking her tight against him, he rolled over, taking her with him their bodies still connected. She lay, her full length pressed against his, with her heart hammering against his chest, while she tried to regain control of her breathing. Remington ran his hands over her back and hair, to soothe her body back to calm.

His hand moved from her hair to under her chin, simultaneously stroking her neck while lifting her face so he could have access to her lips. He kissed her slow and deep before releasing her lips and pulling her head down to his shoulder. Gently moving his hips, he disconnected their bodies. She groaned at the loss, but nuzzling her head against his chest, settled in against him. Grabbing her cover up lying near them on the deck, he covered her body with it, then stroked her back as she drifted off in a sated sleep, still on top of him, with the help of the gently rocking boat beneath them and the sound of waves gently lapping at the hull below.

He dropped several kisses on top of her head, before closing his eyes and allowing the rhythmic rocking of the boat and the woman in his arms to lull him to sleep as well.